I might be turning into my mother, posting all these dog pictures. I'd like to say that I have a life apart from K9 maintenance, but at the moment that's not strictly accurate. At least in Gilligan's mind, I exist solely to feed him, bathe him, scratch his belly and that place he can't reach just above his tail, take him for rides in the car, and tell him he's great. Maybe he is me in a parallel universe and I'm me from the karma of a past life where I have to be nicer to me this time around. That opens up too many chances for me to screw it all up somehow. SO, I should get back to work on my thesis.
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